The Ocean's Curse (Fairytail Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: I Hate The Color Purple

"Livilu it's time to wake up!" My mother call my nick name with the same sweet voice I remember. "Ughhhh" I mumble under my pillow. "If you don't get down here quick your father is going to eat all the food!"she said laughing. That's what got me out of bed, I practically flew out of bed ready to fight for my food if I had to.

I ran down stairs and took my seat at the table. "Well look who finally got out of bed."my mother said with and mocking tone. "*Yawn*"is the the only response I give her. She was wearing a long flowy sun dress on with noodle straips that was the same color of her eyes, a bright blue. Not long after I hear my father's heavy foot steps coming from outside and through the back door. "Mornin' Ocean"my father said to me as he sat down in his chair. I remember him always calling me that name because my eyes where the same color as the ocean when the sun would hit it in the middle of the day. And it just kinda worked because it shared the same first letter as my real name, Olivia.

Mom sat the food on the table and told us to dig in. And dig in we did. Mom's breakfasts were the best the yolk of the egg would always be dippy and break I  your mouth, while the toast was just right every time and the butter and jelly would melt when you took a bite. Me and Dad sat there with satisfied faces and Mom just laughed at us saying we looked and acted just alike.

Dad had dark brown skin, short dark brown dread locks, and deep brown eyes. He also had a very muscular body because he was guy that would fix, move, build, or clean anything the people in the town needed for a very low price.

Mom had long blonde hair that almost touched her ass, peach colored skin, with beautiful bright blue eyes. She had a skinny body, but she had very skilled hands because she was the town's doctor for many years.

My skin was a dark tan color, I had long brown curly hair with gold highlights that came down to the middle of my back, and my eyes were the same color as my Mom's, except when I was angry, that's when my eyes turn a clouded stormy gray. I was 13 years old but I had a mature body at the time. The time that changed my life, the time that changed me.

While I was still eating my breakfast there was a knock at the front door. Mom and Dad left the table to go answer it. I was too little and off in my own little world to hear the argument between my parents and some strangers. But not long after I heard Mom scream in pain. Waking me up from my day dream. I quickly got up from the table and sprinted down the hallways of my house to the front door.

As I turn the corner I stop dead in my tracks, frozen in fear from the sight before me. Dad was on the floor with a huge hole in his where his stomach should be, but instead all that was there was nothing and some of his intestines were spilling out of the sides. His eyes were rolled back in his head. Ironicly the sight made feel like my stomach was upside down and I threw up all the breakfast I had just moments before.

To think that the sight before me was enough to scare me for life I see my mother being chocked right in front of me by a woman in a red dress that showed almost all of her back. The woman's hair was red and it was in two braids that went in front of her body and then came under her arms and went into one braid that ended right above her ass.

Mom is clawing at the woman's arm to try and break free of her grasp. I try and scream I try and yell for the woman to stop, but nothing came out of my mouth I couldn't move or say anything I was stuck watching this woman kill my Mom.

The woman in the red dress's hair came out of the braids and lit on fire then stabbed my Mom right in her stomach. Mom's blood and guts spilled out from her back as her eyes looked right to me and in her dieing breaths she said"I love you."with the same voice, which in now horse and bearly audible, and with the same smile, now crocked and covered in blood.